My publisher was coming to lunch, and I was nervous. She wanted to see the property and meet CJ and me, but she wanted something else as well. She wanted to talk to CJ about changing his name.
What if it all went horribly wrong?
When our neighbors John and Aussie Bronwyn announced that they were selling their property and moving away, CJ and I were mortified. More than anyone, those two have taught us how to live on 20 acres. How could they abandon us?
Five minutes after we got the call from the States that CJ’s dad had died, Jenny showed up at the door with a baby ewe lamb. The little white fluff ball needed care – bottle feeding every 3 hours – and CJ needed something to make him happy. It was, some would say, a match made in heaven.
“There’s a sheep down in your paddock,” our neighbor Jim said over the phone. He’d been working along the fenceline when he saw the sheep. “It looks pretty sick,” he said.
I immediately called Hamish. The sheep belong to him.
It all started with a ram. At the end of last summer, in late February, Hamish said, “I’m going to bring over a ram.”
Hamish is the stock agent who grazes his sheep and cattle in our paddocks. “You’ll see lambs out there in the spring,” he added.
